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★ ★ ★ Virgo knew this might not have been the best decision he's ever made, going to a club he's never been to before alone in the middle of the night. But he always was more of a 'do it first, ask for forgiveness later' kind of guy. The Black Tux wasn't a five star club; as far as he knew there wasn't an exclusive VIP section and his name didn't have to be on any lists for him to get in. He'd just walked right through the doors, informally clad in a red sleeveless shirt and black jeans, a beanie and fake glasses to supposedly hide his well-known face. It had been pretty refreshing stepping into the club and not being swarmed by fans or paparazzi. Honestly Virgo was surprised he'd even made it this far.
The singer wouldn't change his life for the world, honestly, but his most recent interview had left him feeling...odd. As if he were missing out on something that was actually enjoyable. From what he'd known, the life of an average, normal 19 year old sounded boring. School and work that didn't involving touring the world hardly sounded appealing. Even so, Virgo was very aware that his own lifestyle had certain limits that regular teenagers did not. He couldn't get black out drunk at a club for fear of ending up on the front page of magazines, he couldn't ask for the barista's number behind the counter because he wasn't a celebrity (and the barista was definitely a he), and overall Virgo couldn't walk around without someone trying to capture his every move. No, Virgo didn't hate his life, but he didn't think that spending a night out like a regular 19 year old would be of any harm either. So that's what he was doing.
As soon as he'd stepped into the club the blond made his way to the bar; he hadn't had a sip of alcohol all night, which was a problem when your goal was to get wasted. His green eyes settled on the bartender in front of him, quick to take his order. Virgo had to admit he couldn't complain about the service. The brunette's looks were definitely a plus. He contemplated getting a simple beer since he figured that's what most college kids could afford, but Virgo wasn't a huge fan of the taste and he knew it would take too long to feel the desired buzz.
"Hmm, what would you recommend?" he asked, eyes scanning over the offered drinks before fixing on the bartender himself.
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// added a few final things to my form ^^ also this plot idea came from one i did a long time ago with so i don't remember much about it but i assume they can talk and understand each other lol
i can start if you'd like c:
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Kuroo had waited patiently for Kenma's response, knowing the other wouldn't exactly be thrilled about the idea but that Kenma would understand where he was coming from. When the other finally agreed after some hesitation Kuroo nodded and offered him a grateful smile. In the end it would be probably only be more of a reassurance for him rather than Kenma, but still. Kuroo could be satisfied with that. "Thanks," he replied earnestly, his fingers almost itching to go out and practice now that the idea had made its way into his head. He couldn't deny that being a dime god had its perks physically; he still had plenty of energy despite the morning skirmish that had taken place.
Even so, Kuroo wasn't about to rush the other. His childhood friend never ate much, but it had never mattered too much when they were younger. Now, however, he needed all the nutrients he could get, and Kuroo hadn't failed to notice Kenma's slight weight loss. It would only make things like wearing their heavy armor harder for him on the battlefield. "Take your time eating, though," Kuroo added, glancing at the plate that still contained food and then giving Kenma a pointed look.
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★ ★ ★ Virgo leaned his chin against his arm as he chuckled softly at the bartender's response. Something told him that any other bartender at any other bar he'd spotted as he'd driven by on the street would have definitely suggested whiskey. He could definitely appreciate a Negroni, however, and he was about to thank the other when his eyebrows arched in slight surprise at the shot glass slipped his way. Virgo was most certainly not about to turn down a free drink, and while he hadn't exactly been looking to meet anyone that night the bartender had definitely caught his attention. And if the mischievous glint in the other's eyes was anything to go by, the feeling was mutual.
The blond flashed a grin of his own before wordlessly downing the shot, setting it back down easily. "Must be my lucky night then. It's been, uh, a while since I've gone out. Was it that obvious?" Virgo asked once the sting of the drink cleared from his throat. And it wasn't false either; he'd been bombarded with work lately, the interview merely the first of many others. The band member took a sip of the other drink that had been prepared for him, humming his approval once his lips parted from the glass.
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Kuroo sighed at the other's blatantly stubborn reaction. Well, it had been worth a shot. "No," he replied defeatedly with a shake of his head. "But you can't blame me for wanting you to keep your strength up, can you?" the half god added, though he didn't really need a response. He grabbed the plates, shooting Kenma an unimpressed and unsurprised look at the food that was left over on his plate, especially when taking into consideration how empty his own plate was. "I'm going to go return these. I'll be back soon so get ready to practice kitten," Kuroo told the other before ducking out of the tent.
The trip to the other tent was easy enough and had no interruptions, though the camp still stirred with the recent news and Kuroo could see he wasn't the only one who thought some extra practice would be a good idea. Several soldiers were out and about either going over simple techniques individually or in small groups. Kuroo knew it wouldn't be long until another meeting was set so he only had a limited amount of time to train with Kenma, but he figured any little bit could help, and potentially make a big difference one they were on the battlefield. He made his was back to the tent. "You ready?" he asked.
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★ ★ ★ Virgo was reluctant to see the bartender go and, well, do his job instead of stay and talk to him, but he supposed it wouldn't have turned into anything anyways. He'd continued ordering drinks here and there and at some point the group of college kids had somehow adopted him into their group after a girl pointed out he looked like her favorite celebrity (he'd just about panicked and left but decided otherwise when a free drink was offered instead). The napkin the other had discreetly sent his way made Virgo's lips tilt upwards in a pleasantly surprised smile and with the prospect of a post-bar date with an attractive and supposedly every-day guy on his mind Virgo allowed himself to let loose. Probably not the best idea.
The drink that he'd been given earlier had done its job, and it set the tone for the rest of the night. More and more drinks were requested and handed out, and Virgo would often walk back to the bar from the dance floor between songs to keep the feeling going. After one, two, five too many and a particularly fast paced song Virgo suddenly found his fake glasses had fallen from the bridge of his nose, and no sooner had he spotted them on the floor when they were stepped on by another drunk dancer. Virgo was worried for exactly one second before dismissing it altogether and continuing to move to the music. When a few of the college students from earlier met him on the dance floor, however, it only went downhill. After the girl from earlier insisted they take a picture together Virgo found his beanie tugged from his head, probably meant to be 'all in good fun', but when the girl's eyes widened he knew he'd been found out.
It was all pretty blurry after that, yelling and tugging and the inability to walk in a straight line, let alone escape. After a sudden push from behind he found himself thrown into a familiar figure, though it was hard to identify due to his intoxicated state. It took a moment for Virgo to steady himself off of the guy, hands still on his shoulders, but his memory served him well. "Lance?" he said questioningly before his eyes adjusted to the face before him. "Lance. Help. Please. Now."
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// i finally made the thread, it only took me five ages cx
i was wondering if you had a preference for the modern setting, like a trope or something like barista x customer, college student stuff, flower shop owner x tattoo artist, etc?
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★ ★ ★ // sorry this only took five years ^^;
Aspen had been in the water for a good two hours before realizing that her fingers were starting to prune. She had long ago accepted that she would never be able to stay in the water as much as she would really like, and now she merely propelled herself forward with a smooth motion of her feet. Her friend Momo often liked to splash around and practically cause waves whenever they went swimming, be it a stream or lake, but Aspen had always preferred to simply float on her back and enjoy the feeling of the water, carefree in her own way. The girl kicked for only a moment longer before turning to swim underwater, swiftly making her way to the bank where she'd left her clothes.
Contrary to popular belief (not that anyone actually bothered to think about orphans stranded in the forest anyways), she nor any others she knew in her situation wore potato sacks as clothing. They were very much aware that normal humans had a variety of clothes to choose from and quickly learned that they tossed whatever they outgrew or simply didn't like anymore. In the best cases, people who went camping nearby would leave or lose their stuff. Aspen was always reluctant to take advantage of this because 'what if they come back to look for it' but was always assured that they never did. Ergo the reason she threw on shorts and an old, too-big hoodie and not a dress made from the pelts of her adopted ancestors like some might think. She'd heard that a few others may go for the birthday suit approach, but Aspen couldn't even imagine being in the nude unless she were swimming. Call it modesty or simply personal preference.
Her brown hair was still soaked, beads of water dripping onto her shoulders as she walked in what she hoped was the right direction. In truth, she had sort of wandered off on her own, having allowed herself to follow a stream that wasn't exactly in their usual territory. Aspen had convinced herself it wasn't too far off, though now that she glanced up it seemed the sun was close to setting. It didn't take a genius to realize it was dangerous to be away from familiar land at night in the middle of the forest, but Aspen decided not to panic just yet. There was still some sunlight left in the day, and ideally she would find her way back before then. It suddenly occurred to her that maybe she should have told someone where she would be going, but it wasn't rare for her or Momo to go off on their own. She shook the thought away in an effort to convince herself that everything would be fine, hyperaware of every tree branch that cracked as she walked.
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// cool, is there one you would prefer doing? also sorry for the delay, i got super sick ^^;
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★ ★ ★ Virgo...couldn't really tell what was happening. Lance was moving pretty fast though and he remembered being impressed at how strong he was considering the celebrity was practically leaning on him at this point. The whole escape was pretty dizzying, though, so when asked which car was his he'd only been able to point in what he believed was the right direction. Surely the bartender would be able to pick up on which car was his, right? Virgo didn't question it as the door was flung open and they both were safely in the vehicle that definitely did not look familiar. The blond slouched in his seat as he tried to sober himself up, rubbing his eyes as if that would help. At least the cool air from when they'd walked outside and the lack of a raging teenage mob had helped.
"..My apartment...s'not too far," he told his rescuer with a motion of his hands, as if that would help direct the other towards his home. It was on the wealthier side of the city and definitely a gated complex, but Virgo was hoping the security guard wouldn't be too suspicious at this hour. "Just head towards the fancy apartments on the hills. Can't miss it," Virgo added at another attempt to be helpful, paying as much attention as possible to not slur his sentences. "Wow, you're really great mister bartender. Really nice. And you're hot, too." Not that Virgo wasn't naturally shameless to begin with, but the alcohol was definitely adding to his lack of filter.
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Kuroo raised his eyebrows at Kenma's clear disapproval of his suggestion, but the mere fact that he'd gotten ready to train showed that he at least realized this was something Kuroo wouldn't be lenient on. The other could probably gauge what Kuroo's mindset had been when he'd suggested practice in the first place, and could at least see his reasoning. The half god couldn't ask for much else at that point. He simply grabbed his shield and his sword, not bothering with armor before leading the way out of the tent and into a clearing that didn't already have soldiers training on it.
"Just come at me with what you remember, and from there we can just work on whatever needs improvement," Kuroo suggested as he distanced himself a bit from Kenma, sword twirling absently in his hand. Despite this hardly being an actual sparring match he was still almost giddy at the simple motion of holding his sword. Kuroo could admit that he probably enjoyed combat a little too much, but he blamed the blood in his veins for that. For now, at least, all he really wanted was to be assured that Kenma could hold his own in battle if Kuroo for some reason could not be there to help him.
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// sorry i haven't been able to reply, i was super busy and then super sick xc i'll try to reply later tonight or sometime this week when i can remember how to rp as haru again orz
also apparently there's gonna be a season 3 of free???
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// ahhhh i know its been super long and i'm the worst and i'm so sorry! my semester was kinda crazy ;; if ur still interested in doing this thread or starting another one i would love to continue it!
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// oh my god i know i'm the worst and i am so sorry i haven't replied wahbfsdjdbv if ur still interested in this thread i would love to continue it?? if not i totally understand
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// ahhh i did too tbh and i missed these angsty dorks so much
Kuroo waited patiently for Kenma to make a move, though his eyes certainly never left the other and his grip on his sword tightened. Unlike Kenma, the feeling of the blade in his palm made Kuroo feel energized and almost as if he were ready to take on anything. Despite this, he knew in this particular sparring match he would simply focus on defense, and truthfully it would be good practice for Kuroo considering the fact that Kenma's movements were carefully calculated and strategized. After years of training with Kenma the taller of the two could almost see Kenma thinking and focusing, and while he'd given up trying to read his thoughts in combat ages ago he still very much held a strange admiration for his childhood friend. Kenma's approach was different than Kuroo's, who moved out of instinct.
Once Kenma moved forward with his sword, the half god brought up his own to block the strike. It wasn't particularly fast, but if he caught another off guard Kenma's strike could've likely hit its target. Instead, Kuroo managed to block it and push forward with his own blade, though he made no move to attack. "Not bad, tighten your grip and get a firmer stance so I don't push back so easily," he advised, perhaps the more military-general side of Kuroo showing.
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yo i would be super down to do a bxb either pokemon or star wars roleplay with u ^^
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hmm i don't have anything in particular in mind, though i think focusing on the jedi or sith could be interesting? maybe a plot where our characters are both padawans? i'm honestly up for anything lol
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// honestly same cx and thx i saw the pic of casually aesthetic iwa-chan and had to have it as my avatar lol but honestly i've been picturing kenma as a blond this whole time even though hair dye probs wasn't a thing back then so u and me both ^^;;
While Kuroo wasn't ridiculously tall, he tended to have a height advantage more often than not. He probably enjoyed it a little too much when it came to teasing Kenma or feeling the need to flaunt his height, all lightheartedly of course, but it also meant attacks that were aimed lower than his chest required more effort to defend against. Usually because it meant he had to adjust his stance in mere seconds to stop the blow, and this time when Kenma swung his sword Kuroo had to step back in order to properly block it and not be grazed by the blade. "Nice," he said under his breath, probably not actually audible over the sound of clashing metal.
He made no move to retaliate, instead waiting for Kenma to decide his next attack. It was more of a training session than sparring, but Kuroo was used to that by now. Over the years it had been hard to find many people who actually enjoyed battling him, save for brave comrades who mostly wanted to improve themselves. While Kuroo had complained at first, putting himself in their shoes made him realize quickly enough that if it's impossible to win a fight in the first place, many people didn't see the point in trying at all. In the end his adopted father had merely had him train against multiple warriors at once and called it sufficient.
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i'd say probably late teens, but yeah works for me ^^
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// tracking the thread for now, i'll get to work on my character (which will probs be human because I'm not creative lol ) but yea your character sounds cool already ^^ should we make forms for them?
